Examotions part 3 - MATESSSSS

maths is fun fun fun
numbers here n numbers there
where do all the numbers go
when the lights go dowwwwwwn
i think i know where all the numbers goooo

they've all become volvo driving soccer moms!


maths is awesome... there aint nothin better than a whole bunch of x's and y's and pies
aparently maths has more of those than numbers but its all good when it comes down to mates!

Examotions Part 2 - Physics

Its about an hour before my physics exam and i am filled with mixed feelings... physics in modern high has always been about finishing whats on the index page so i could cross it out, and sometimes i do regret not taking out that little time to know something extra...

Somehow, everything seems to make sense and everything has a reason in the world of physics. All the rules and laws binding us all to this place is basically what physics is about... Reminds me of the things in this world that are just out of our control... feels nice not to have control over everything in my life...

I like physics because it is perfect in every respect... theres always a logical solution to every question. Physics is the epitome of idealism ... almost like a dreamworld... that world of physics is an ideal world of awesome perfection and this is what makes physics pretty cool...

still cant wait to get it over with though :P

Examotions Volume 2 part 1 - ELit

February is nowhere near the shortest month in the year. Well the buzz nowadays is focused on this new studying fad, and because my school is different, all the cool kids are doin it...

Tis roughly 11 hours before my literature test, and this weekend has been very up-and-down for me... literature has always forced me to ask questions about how i am living my own life and it pushes me to think a lot... and thinking is very tiring...
Here are some of the questions that have gone through my mind... maybe if i share them with you, you could find something new about yourself...

I have lived my life grabbing each and every opportunity that i could.. making the best of it... i have won praise and respect... when i leave this place, what will that be worth?

I have lived quite an eventful life, full of people, memories and experiences both good and bad... if i had the chance, would i live it over again and do things differently? What do i have to regret?
If i die tomorrow, could i say that i was ready? does my life really belong to me?

Have i ever witnessed something majestic? Have i ever felt complete, enlightened, full? Have i ever been able to connect with anything at the most profound level... how shallow have i been, and what has it blinded me from seeing? Do i really cherish the small, inanimate, silent things in life?

To what extent would i go to get what i want? would i be able to let go of things i love to discover something new? how would i be able to deal with change and goodbyes?

Sorry billy, but i disagree with you on this... Confusion hath yet to make its masterpiece

p.s if u want the daily scoop on our exams like Anish had documented them last year... you will find it here

change

shaun marion got traded to the heat, and shaq came to the suns.. marcus banks' story got lost somewhere in between...

change is hard. its really hard. letting go is worse... leaving something behind and moving onto new things... we did it in that poem .. Journey of the Magi... something about every death being a necessity for a rebirth.

i remember as a kid... when i was over at Sahil/Kapils place... i never wanted to go home.. i would fight with my mom to let me stay over after a party... i never wanted it to end....

its in my nature to hold on to things tightly... never come down from the high of the rainbow...even though coming down might carry the possibility of a pot of gold tomorrow...

as a kid... i was innocent... i lived in the moment and i never wanted that moment to end.....

so tell me... am i wrong? am i wrong in wanting to live this moment forever instead of growing up and learning something new? please tell me


p.s sorry nishant... im not really bothering about punctuation... i know it might be more difficult to read and all that... but im really too lazy :P

Extreme rant...where to begin.. simple perfection

i have a lot to write, but im not going to write it all at once, because each post is very different from the other.. im going to start tho with this one. its an i-like-to-return-to-the-classics kind of thing dating back to the time when there was this emotion.....

well...theres this emotion :D its momentary, a flicker a snatch of for-the-lack-of-a-better-word-enlightenent.

I don't know many basketball players personally. Infact, i can count the number of people that i know enjoy the game. I play basketball, and i know many a person that finds this strange, because like all sports, it is a very strange avocation.

But theres something enchanting about basketball. For that one moment, one split second, when i jump and toss the ball with subconscious-awesome-precision, and the ball finds nothing but the bottom of the net... swwwwwwwiishh

that is perfection. It cannot get better than that feeling, that moment of elation-joy-awesome. It is then that i feel that nothing separates MJ the great from Udai the 5'7" tosser. The next shot could be a brick, but it is in that moment... that moment...It cannot get better than that.